WHIMSICAL POETRY

Splinters

(1984)



I let my hair grow,
         because I missed your hair.
I let my eyes cry,
      they hurt -  they loved you, too.
I let my mind wander,
         it would only think of you.
Refusing to comprehend,
        why you were no longer there.
                      
                              The seasons passed without you,
              it always felt like winter.
                              Although grey, not white;
              it was cold, frigidly cold.
                              I don't even have a picture of you
          The ones that I had, you stole. 
                              The frames you threw upon the ground
      Like my heart, they lie in SPLINTERS